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jennyandvastraflint · 23 days
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Xena Reactions S3Ep3
We start with a dude dramatically running away from war... EW. ARES. He just keeps getting uglier
Damn strong armour. Is the armour possessing the guy?
MEDAL OF HEPHESTEUS!?
Cheerful start really
Damn they wanna hurt some guy. Was that Gabby
YEEES XENA AND GABRIELLE
Gosh Xena and Gabrielle are so gorgeous
Is she gathering criminals for a mission XD
OHHH GORGEOUS.
"I am no lady" either way gender.
Xena introducing them
"Just men?" 😂 Gabrielle asking the good questions
Going up against Ares... Blergh. Ares can go choke on his own ego.
Oof, village laid waste
The armour looks so stupid honestly...
Rude!???
Love how Xena's SWORD broke but not Gabrielle's staff 😂
Oh fuck the pretty one was hit
Oh. METAL! Not medal... Yes that makes more sense (auditory processing issues hu)
Blacksmithing fancam
Hate that pretentious guy
CALLISTO SHOUTOUTTT <3
"Wow, nice ceps!" He is GAY. He is so down to suck Ares's dick...
BOOMERANG (Sokka is foaming at the mouth in jealousy)
"Cos I'm gonna kill her" no you won't. Shut up and suck Ares's dick you war simp
Gabrielle commanding them as she should.
Boo for them ignoring her.
"Murderers guarding murderers"
"Were they murderers before they met you?" OUCH
THEY WERE LIKE ME
AAAAAAH
"Am I really who I am, or am I what you made me?"
They're playing their funny guessing game again
Jesus can these murderers CHILL
Gabrielle looking, then going NOOOPE
Please these idiots are still standing there
Ahaha they're guarding each other cos none trusts the other to not kill them
RISE AND SHINEEE
"But what are you here for?"
SO VALID. STAB THAT GUY DEAD.
"You know what men are like" lesbian
Ahaha he just fell asleep
"But you're going to buy them"
Yuck, I wouldn't wanna be stuck with that guy either
"I think I've never been part of a true disaster before" "Cynic"
URGH the sexist prick can go die in a ditch
Ew what kinda straight sex shit is this
"Men are so easy" shdhshd
Gosh he's annoying.. Why r all the men in this annoying
NOOOO HE WANTED TO HURT GABRIELLE
And he grabbed Xena...
DID SHE KILL HIM-
Oop
"That's gotta be uncomfortable" 😂
GABRIELLE MY BABYGIRL
"Is this a private get together or can anyone join in?" Oh she knooows
She's happy they're working together
AHAHA She sensed Ares
Why is Ares' beard so fucking UGLYYYY. Like it literally got worse
Ares you snitch. Why are you telling her. Bro as if THAT isn't also interfering?? 😂
Uhhhh... Whomst?
Damn they throw bombs
Gabrielle ur so amazing
Xena I love you sm
Damn. She's defyyying gravity
Mmmmm, dudebro sexist is sus af
Urgh... They tricked her...
GABBY
YUCK. DISGUSTING. I hope she gets to murder him
I love Gabby
HOLY SHIT. HER SHOVING THE OTHER WOMAN AGAINST THE WALL (Gabrielle 🤝 Jenny)
Glaphyra?
Yeah true but y'know, a bit too many men for my liking, and a whole bunch of others stand around doing nothing about it
They really just want money, hu
Is he gonna free them
Ayoooo double double crossing
Ahsdhsh she used the Doctor strategy. Get captured cos breaking out the cell is easier than breaking into the whole thing
EW. ASSAULT. DISGUSTING. Someone give her a wife
"Hey that's not how a princess fights" gosh get some perspective, man
"Amazon Princess" YOU TELL HIM
OH FUCK. GABRIELLE IS JUST SEEING XENA MURDER WITHOUT RESTRAINT
Something something the old Xena showing for a moment
"Why does everyone wanna kill me?" Honestly it's very understandable
"I'm not leaving!" "Like she said"
Ares is like lmao bye have fun dying, loser
All the steaaaam, brilliant. Gotta be pretty hot in there
YEESH That gotta hurt
Kabooooom
"Look after Xena, okay?" awwwww
"I'd sooner fall for a toad" valid
THEY'RE SO GAAAY
"You're Gabrielle" AAAAAH ❤️
"Question is who would I be without you?"
Ahaha them bickering
Ok so as a whole the episode was very, very meh. I liked the Xena/Gabrielle moments tho
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rinboz · 1 year
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Plot twist, I, the cock anon, is a Radahn enjoyer, not a Malenia fan. I can both hate her *and* be interested in the dick lore you've made.
I mean if you haven't been one of deeply annoying reply guys or anons who have to repeatedly announce you hate her on random Malenia appreciation post then, I have no problem with that.
Point is, there's a difference between enjoying Radahn the cool character and a worshiper of Ultimate Victim Chadahn who is morally pure and infallible for putting his whole dick in a genocidal regime.
There are people turning a *From Software and GRRM* game into good vs evil bible using white supremacist-adjacent rhetoric or thinly-veiled/internalized patriarchy to justify their poor little fav's atrocities. I find it weird. They too probably find me weird for saying Radahn is interesting but imperfect. Then they go hardcore rightwing shit is ok if fictional. So I go, fair enough. We can just not talk.
To be clear, my reaction is: y'all might be eligible for a free reading comprehension course. Though those might not be on Skillshare or edX, since those are for adults. Still, we can have peace by not talking
Bullshit occurs when those people *have* to be reply guy/anon. Ok, if you can justify fictional hardcore rightwing shit why always jab at people liking fictional villain? Most Malenia likers don't pretend she's justified. They say she's good character, wanna suck her dick, or both
So, real talk. Don't we all wonder why lately there are several posts on how dudebro fans are annoying? Friends have complained to me. I had to deal too, way more than them, in fact. But mostly I eyeroll and only really fire shots at people who do these things repeatedly.
This exact thing makes people say Malenia hate sometimes go past gaming frustration and become misogyny. And similar reply guys always reply problem doesn't exist. Bro YOU are the problem. Strangers aren't your friends who will tolerate asinine hater shit.
I'm adding character tags. I'd rather people know what's up instead of assuming it's same old moronic arguments which warlord is better. Sometimes there's analysis of who's better strategist, etc. People disagree but that's fine. Outside of that, Nobody gives a shit. This is people losing patience when they just wanna talk about her in peace.
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maybebi47 · 4 years
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people are so fucking mean to brie larson why is this making me so sad :'(
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x-v4mp3y3lin3r-x · 3 years
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My favorite thing abt Achievement Hunter is that individually, most of them can actually be really good at certain games but then they all get put together and it's like the braincells and competence are thrown out the fucking window??? Esp with personalities like Lindsay and Fiona around, where their ultimate decision is always "Well if I'm going down, I'm gonna drag you down with me!" And I love it most of all because none of them are ever REALLY really angry about losing. They really are just a buncha stupid friends that happen to play games and are literally just happy to be there.
I guess that's why I can never really understand the backlash from the dudebros when they add new personalities? "*blank* SUCKS at this game! They never should've been added!" as if everyone in AH doesn't suck at everything (including dick) and as if that isn't, like, their whole entire schtick.
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Hey Bububull! Can you give us a quick insight of your thoughts for this second season? SPOILER INCOMING : I didn't like it but I'm frustrated cause I saw some qualities and the ending really send us toward the Thanned Coup arc. It's frustrating cause like I said there's the potential, some scenes were good but I don't get the whole fanfiction around the characters (like Yen lose her magic, ciri possessed by Voleth Meir wtf???!) and the eskel thing made me cringe like hell no why? frustration/20
Hey !! my thoughts were summed up already in this post but i'm guessing you want more details?
okay good things first then:
Mimi Ndiweni as Fringilla, i was always pleased to see her on screen, her interactions with francesca were cute ( 'it's not terrible' * cue shy smile* oh baby, baby girl ) she's too good to be in this shitshow
the editing effects used on Vereena's movements were very creepy
that one dwarven lady with her beard looking great and cute who appears 5 seconds !!!!!!!!! love you girl !!! the show should have been about you and your bearded ladies friends
rience actor was intimidating
you can see the big rat pelt on Ciri's wall at kaer morhen, cute but would have benefited from a previous short establishing shot showing monsters pelts on the walls of the other witchers
Jarre was perfect to me, exatly how I imagined him
Philippa looking awesome TOO BAD THE SHOW SAID FUCK YOU AND HAD HER AS AN OWL FOR 99.99999999 % OF THE SHOW
witcher dude has more than 2 words of vocabulary now !!! yay!
now as to what exactly soured the experience... lemme seee.....
was it the cringy dialogue ( i know, i really insist on this but it REALLY sounds like a kid writting their first wattpad fic of...idk the lord of rings, making the entire fellowship say every variation of 'fuck' every 10 words because they want to be like a grown up who can use swear words and the teacher isn't there to be mad at them for doing so )
...
you know what? now that i think of it... it sounds exactly like 'my immortal ' dialogues, incredible truly
was it that the music was incredibly discreet and forgetable?? it was one of the good point of S1, what the hell happened??
was it that everything drags while somehow feeling rushed?? how did they managed to do that?
was it that they caved in to the dudebros who wanted a ginger Triss ( pssst the hair color thing was just an excuse you know ? :) the actual problem for these people is that Anna isn't white, that's why you shouldn't have changed anything about her ) and then in the same breath make petty jabs at book fans for wanting the story to be more faithful to the source material AS THEY SAID THEY WOULD BEFORE S1 WAS RELEASED ( i did not forget those snobby tweets about ' WE'LL BE FAITHFUL TO THE SOURCE ' and 'AcTUallY We'RE ADAptING The BOOKS nOt The GAMES UwU ' targeted at the game fans who were being dicks about the firsts visuals of S1, those tweets gave me hope back then, oh how wrong i was to even have a slither of hope ) and now you piss on the books and try to suck it up as much as you can to the game :)
was it the fact that it call itself an adaptation when it's 90% fanfiction? and a bad one at that? seriously Vesemir wants to create more witchers now? useless leshen attack in kaer morhen? useless not-eskel death? even more useless sex workers in the very secret witcher hide-out? the whole thing with the demon? the possessing Ciri bit ? her killing the no name witchers? Vesemir stabbing her? the whole monolith buisness with the stallecite or whatever it's was called ? Ehmyr telling the whole court about Ciri being his daughter????????? lmao what a mess
also Ciri is way too OP way too fast???
was it the fact that once again the Yennefer/Ciri relationship is written off in favor of the paternal relationship with Witcher dude??? ( psst did you know that in the source material Ciri NEVER calls Geralt her father? but she explicitly calls Yen her mother several times? and yen calls her her daughter too? :), i'm blaming the games for this shift )
was it the fact that chemistry is completely absent between witcher dude and any other character ( wooden acting doesn't help )
WAS IT THAT IT WAS SO FUCKING BORING, at the end of the day all i ask of a show is to entertain me, and here i wasn't. i was unable to even enter the universe because i kept being put off by poor editing, bad storytelling, poorly written characters and dialogues, i just felt like i was wasting my time
and last but not least:
henry cavill acting is very bad and it's even more jarring when he is next to other actors who aren't just T-posing ( well, A-posing technically ) and doing more than 2 facial expressions
and those CONTACTS dear god, those contacts makes him look like a bad taxidermy, why keep them??? they cleary don't care for the lore, why not drop the bad yellow eyes for witcher dude?? Geralt probs doesn't even have yellow eyes in the books
seriously, like , you're watching a scene and one character is talking and doing their thing then the camera pans to witcher dude and he stand there like
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( ha! same pose for the arms too lol , put some plastic armor on him and no one will see the difference )
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ectonurites · 2 years
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How do you even handle dc twitter I feel like my brain would rot right out of my ears if I went on there
GSJFHKD thats understandable
in general i like... accidentally got into dc twitter? it wasn't on purpose. like. i have had the same twitter account since 2013, it literally originated as a dangan ronpa rp account (and still has the same username! that's the reasoning behind my @ being 'therealryouko' if anyone who follows me there didn't know and was wondering) and has fluctuated along with my interests over the years as mostly a personal account but also just with whatever thing i'm currently into... and when i got back into comics and was talking about comics i just ended up getting sucked into dc twitter and rolling with it, like around when Joker War was coming out fall of 2020 🤷‍♂️
like frankly it's... in terms of the way people interact with me, i get more wild shit in my inbox on here because people can be anonymous. like on occasion i'll have some dudebro-type in my mentions being a dick about whatever, but that's pretty rare (mainly just happened around when UL #6 dropped), for most of the discourse I don't get all that involved and just kinda watch shit unfold. Which can be kinda brain melty sometimes but in at least a vaguely entertaining way, and when it stops being entertaining i have the block button.
in general as with any social media, i think just... curating your experience is the way to go about these things without losing your mind. in addition to other fans I also follow a lot of DC creators (writers, editors, artists, etc) which helps to break up the more... fandom chaos stuff with like actual content about current and upcoming comics.
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gokubrain · 3 years
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toyotaro used to be good but with the super manga hes just shit. There is maybe 1 or 2 good things that are exclusive to the manga that the anime has already covered and they aren't too noticeable. I like Super as an anime and am ready to admit it's flaws but good lord the manga praises vegeta and shits on goku every chance it gets. It's like if the cishet dude bros got their own manga. Ugh I could go on about it but yea vegeta says he risked his life in every battle (z literally shown hes been a prodigy since childhood) and that he never needed anyone for strength (hes using a form he only got due to whis and Goku is literally right there) so it's not great.
thats the major reason i dont want to watch/read super, i can just tell toyotaro wants to suck vegeta’s dick so bad LOL it rly does feel like,,, a betrayal of the source material imo. that’s when happens when u get an author who likes vegeta 😭
i try to reserve my judgement tho bc i will eventually read it so i can be caught up on the story but….. like i already feel shitty abt vegeta’s characterization in z, i feel like i’ll just be miserable in super lol
AND WTF ALSO?? YEAH LMAO why does toyotaro hate goku so much?????? ur right its literally a dudebro manga UGH
vegeta has had to struggle but only against those higher on the chain than him, like freeza. every other time he’s shown fighting as a younger guy he literally kicked ass like he’s always been very strong lol idk
thanks toyotaro for wiping vegeta’s kakarot motive i guess ??
but idk again ,,, i guess i should give it a shot first but
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lipstickwriter · 3 years
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What was supposed to happen finally happened! I got attacked on the stupid clock app by a dudebro for *drum rolls* liking Black Widow! So surprising!
Called me a new Marvel fan which I find very funny too
I'm not going to say this fandom is the most toxic I've been in but.... yeah, it is. And I lived through the twitter ship wars and the lemon fanfiction era.
The gatekeeping and sexism in this fanbase fucking sucks, and this needs to be a conversation too.
I shouldn't have to be forced to defend my legitimacy as a Marvel fan just cause I'm a woman, just cause I like the movie dudebros hate.
I refuse to justify myself and have to prove some kind of veteran pass
Also, new fans are valid? Everyone was a new fan at some point, let's stop pretending it's shameful?
Anyway, I'm pissed. I don't give a damn if you didn't like Black Widow, but if you think your opinion is so important that you have to go say you hated it to every person who says they liked, then I hate you, and you're part of the problem
And this is true for any movie actually. Black Widow is just the current trend, but if you feel the need to explain why you think a movie is bad when someone says they liked it, you're annoying
No one liked every single movie, some had less compelling characters, less interesting plot, less relatable story. That's okay. You can not like some of them, we don't care
Just don't try to ruin it for other people?that's stupid and a dick move
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wanderingpages · 3 years
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i know you’re not really in acotar fandom but today has been ROUGH. the internalized misogyny is so obvious... post after post sucking tamlin dick and begging for a redemption arc/ romance.. but nesta/mor/elain are just silly c*nts. this is literally the worst fandom i have tried to be a part of and i infiltrated some of those dudebro sci-fi fandoms when i was younger. tldr: i’m kind of jealous you’re not in this hellish misogist fandom. i hate it here i wish i could just discuss logical opinions without existing in this hellscape. i just canceled my kindle pre-order for the upcoming book because i am just so done with these horrible fans and i don’t read what i can’t discuss ✌🏻
How has it been rough ☹️☹️ how can I help bro? && Whoa wait TAMLIN??? I thought he was cancelled lmao but then again I heard people wanted an eris redemption arc too so I’m not surprised 😔
I think I have a few followers who are in the acotar fandom but aren’t up their ass about it? Maybe? I don’t know, anyone open enough for a calm discussion? send in ur @ for this anon if you’d like? I’m open too but then again the upcoming book isn’t even on my radar 😬😬😬
Why did u censor cunt omg that took me out, but what do you mean by they’re silly cunts? Tbh they deserve so much more lmao mostly mor and nesta. The last book made Elaine seem like their special little pet 🙈🙈🙈
Dude you do whatever is good for your mental. If that means distancing yourself from the fandom then by all means do what you have to.
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salesassociatesteve · 4 years
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I haven’t seen enough of Eddie squaring up with anyone that even remotely insults Richie. 
So here's a couple of my fav headcanons.
Eddie getting banned from Twitter after Richie’s Netflix special, ‘Let’s get one thing straight - I’m Not’ is released, because he threatens to come to the home of a critic and burn it to the ground after the guy says that Richie’s old material is better than his new stuff that he actually writes.
An infamous gossip columnist putting out a wild theory (that's strangely enough gained some traction) that Richie’s not really gay, he’s just trying to get his career back on track after his near popularity ending, months long and still unexplained disappearance from the public eye. Eddie getting so pressed that he takes a photo of Richie mid blow job, with a grumble of, “How’s this for not fucking gay, shithead.” and Richie realizing just in time what’s going on and stopping Eddie from doing something monumentally stupid with a shout of, “Dude, you CANNOT send pictures of me with your dick in my mouth to random assholes!” He may not want the photo all over the internet but he definitely doesn’t object when Eddie asks if he can keep it, privately, on his phone, though.
"You fucking suck, f*ggot" cutting sharply through the regular laughter of the packed theater at one of Richie's shows and in an instant Eddie's outta his front row seat with a "What the FUCK did you just say, fuckface?" And then he’s off like a shot toward balcony seating where he proceeds to get right in the face of some big assed drunk dudebro with a "Fucking say that again." At which point the dudebro only gets "Fa..." outta his mouth before it's replaced with Eddie's fist. 
Richie having to cut his set short cause he has to go bail Eddie outta jail for assault and Richie's manager having an all out stroke because “Oh my God there's so many videos blowing up the internet right now” but Richie gives no fucks because despite it being an all out "PR nightmare" like Steve's screaming, Eddie punched a dude and it was actually all kinds of fucking hot. 
Just gimme all the Eddie going complete apeshit on anyone who dares impugn his boo’s honor. *\O/* *\O/* *\O/* 
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imaginetonyandbucky · 3 years
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The Buy In
Chapter 3: Puzzle Wrapped in an Enigma 
by @dracusfyre
On the way back home after the brothel closed, Bucky logged into Discord and dropped into a channel labeled only with random numbers and letters. First day of work was :thumbs up:  but there were two dudebros who tried to jam up my shit. Wish they would back off, he wrote. The channel was monitored 24/7 in case of emergency or actionable intel.
He waited as the dots danced, then his police handler wrote, that sucks. who are they?
Bucky typed the last four of Rumlow and Rollins’ badge numbers and put his phone back in his pocket. This operation was way more important than those two swinging dicks; between the video from tonight, which was going to be a PR nightmare for the department, and his request, Rumlow and Rollins better be manning a desk for the foreseeable future.
He was pulling out his keys to his apartment building when he heard a car door opening nearby. His head whipped around and his other hand was already on the pistol in the holster at the small of his back when he heard, “Whoa there Blue Eyes,” in a familiar voice. The figure that stepped out of the car held his hands up and stepped into the light.  “Hard day at the office?”
“I’ve had worse,” Bucky said warily.
“How’d everything go today?” Stark shoved his hands in his pocket and leaned against his car, the streetlight casting harsh shadows on his face.
“Fine. Didn’t KT give you a debrief?”
“Yeah, I heard his side. I wanna hear your side.”
Bucky thought about it, wondering if he should put a shine on it or be honest. “KT and Hawkeye’s play tonight was clever and would have worked perfectly against a different set of cops. But I think those two won’t give up until they get back at the person who embarrassed them. Might have made more problems than they solved.”
“Yeah?” Stark tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “You sure about that? KT's been on the job for a few years now and thought it was a good call. It's your first day and you saw the cops for all of fifteen minutes.”
Bucky shrugged. “I’ve met guys like them before. Don't strike me as the type to know when they're beat. Best thing would be for them to be encouraged to take a long walk off a short pier.”
Stark made a thoughtful noise. “But KT explained office policy on that?”
“Yeah. Only as a last resort.” Bucky tried to sound neutral, but something of his skepticism must have bled through.
“You don’t agree?”
The note in Stark’s voice put Bucky on high alert. Higher alert, since his heart was still racing from before. “I get the logic, it’s just…different,” Bucky said. “Makes sense though. Bodies attract attention.”
“Is that the only reason you think it's a good policy?” Stark asked neutrally.
Bucky hesitated. He got the feeling there was a right and wrong answer to this and wished this conversation had happened six hours ago when he was less tired. “Killing people changes things,” he said finally - honestly - hoping he wasn’t about to touchy-feely himself out of this operation. Between the military, the police, and then undercover work with organized crime, he had been so steeped in machismo that it had become second nature – to those guys, life was one big dick measuring contest - but Stark didn’t seem to work like that. Or at least, he didn't want people to think he worked like that. “Not just changes people, but like…it sends a message to everyone else. ‘This is what a life is worth.’” Bucky took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing himself to maintain eye contact with Stark.  “People respond to that. Makes them…mean. Hard. So if you can avoid that...” He ran a hand over the back of his neck, feeling like an idiot. He probably sounded ridiculous. “So, yeah. Anyway. Guess if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, right? Seems to be working for you.”
“We do alright,” Stark said slowly, and Bucky figured he must have said the right thing because he straightened and held out a hand for Bucky to shake. Bucky looked at it with surprise and took it, feeling acutely aware of the strength of Stark’s grip and the callouses on his palms. “Welcome aboard.”
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Tony got back in his car as Blue Eyes continued into his building, cranking it and pulling away from the curb on autopilot. If Blue Eyes hadn’t been a cop, Tony would have told himself that he was too good to be true; as it was, Tony wondered if it was possible that the police or feds or whoever had profiled him well enough to give “Brooks” a gold plated script to work from. But it hadn’t felt like the new guy was playing him tonight; his comments had been too rambling and inarticulate to have been prepared in advance. Rhodey was going to think he was an idiot, but he really though Brooks was being honest with him tonight, which had the potential to change things.
At the first stoplight, he pulled out his phone and texted Rhodey.
I like him.
Rhodey sent a rolling eyes emoji almost immediately. Blue Eyes?
Yeah I want to keep him. he’s wasted as a cop.
The three dots must have started and stopped a dozen times; Tony was almost back to his own place when he finally got a response. You’re playing with fire.
Tony smirked. I know, he wrote back. It’s what I do.
Yeah, but this time, if you get burnt, we all do. Tony pulled into his private garage and turned off the car, listening to the engine tick as it cooled. Rhodey was right. As much as he was intrigued by Blue Eyes, he couldn’t put his people at risk by tugging on that thread. “Dammit,” he said out loud, scowling as he got out of the car. “Ten years ago I wouldn't have thought twice.”
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A few weeks into the operation Bucky and KT were making the rounds, checking in with the businesses and people on their beat, and Bucky was suddenly struck by two things: one, just how much this gig felt like being a street cop, walking the sidewalks just observing the neighborhood; and two, how no one was ever this happy to see him when he was a street cop. People saw KT and more often than not, they were smiling, chatty about business and local gossip. Most of them greeted Bucky (“Oh, this must be Blue Eyes,” which had yet to stop making Bucky’s ears burn) and were happy to introduce themselves. The ones that weren’t smiling were the ones that had something to complain about: permit not going through, shipment delayed, broken equipment that insurance wasn’t paying out for. KT took notes, nodded and commiserated, and when they left almost everyone looked at least mollified, if not cheered.
“You know, for us playing the bag men today, we sure aren’t picking up any money,” Bucky commented. A couple of times KT had taken a store owner to the side and Bucky, straining his ears, heard something about loans; these people always had the look of someone explaining why they couldn’t pay but it wasn’t their fault, honest. Like everything else, KT made notes and listened politely.
“That’s not what we’re doing,” KT said. “This is check in. We do it every two weeks or so. Money stuff is all handled online.”
“Yeah?” Bucky knew for a fact that the FBI had been working with the Treasury to trace Stark’s money, and, failing to find any signs of dirty money or money laundering, had concluded he must be operating with cash only.
“Yeah. Boss didn’t want to tempt anyone or make them a target.” That was smart, Bucky reflected. Ripping off other gangs was an art form in organized crime. Still, he had to wonder how Stark kept the money transfers so well hidden from the best financial analysts in the US government.
“No targets except his accountant,” Bucky joked, fishing for info. “Like with Al Capone.”
KT just shrugged at that, like he didn’t know and didn’t care, so Bucky left it alone. “So what do we do with that stuff?” Bucky said, gesturing at the notebook KT had been writing in all morning.
“We take care of it.” He took the notebook out and flipped through it. “Not too much stuff this time.”
Bucky turned that over in his head. “So under the Mechanic, fixers actually…fix things,” he said. “You’re really going to call a shipping company and an insurance office and everything?”
“Yep. Well, we are.”
Made sense; if businesses were paying Stark for protection, he could also throw in other services to sweeten the pot and keep people from rolling on him. Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets and was lost in thought while he mostly followed KT around the neighborhood. Granted he’d only been here for less than a week, but so far nothing was adding up to what he’d read in the case files on Stark and his organization. It was making him uneasy. He’d come here with a picture in his head, and a goal of filling in the holes so they could make a case against an organized crime boss; but now he was increasingly realizing that something was wrong with the picture. So when KT told him one night that they had the next two days off, Bucky sent another message on the Discord channel and when he got a confirmation, he went to the New York Library, the big one with the stone lions and millions of tourists. He went to the adult services desk and asked for a laptop. The librarian studied his ID, went to a safe, and handed him a laptop from inside. Bucky found a study carrell in a quiet spot and logged on with an 8 character name and 16 character password, established and memorized before he’d started this operation, and opened up the case files on Stark.
Scrolling through, Bucky felt some of his disquiet ease as he re-read the laundry list of crimes Stark was reportedly involved in: racketeering, tax fraud, illegal gambling, high-end car theft. Armed obberies; he opened up the file on robberies and realized with morbid amusement that even while Stark protected his own people from being targeted, he had no problem targeting bagmen from other gangs, making off with hundreds of thousands of dollars at a time. Tax fraud, obviously; if Tony was hiding all of his income from the FBI, he was definitely hiding it from the IRS. Though as he opened up Stark’s tax statements, gotten from a subpoena to the IRS, and noticed that the document for just one year was hundreds of pages long, Bucky reflected that a good accountant could hide a lot of money in his legitimate businesses and all the assets that Stark had inherited from his parents.
At the back of the file was sex trafficking, which was based on a handful of reports that said that prostitutes were disappearing from other parts of the city and showing up working for Stark. Bucky put a note next to that one recommending the line of investigation be dropped. After spending hours and hours at the brothel chatting to the Widow and the ladies there, waiting to see if Rumlow returned, he knew none of the men or women there were being forced to stay, not even for lack of other work. Widow recruited from all around the city, helping people get out of the business if they wanted to and offering others a chance to work for her. Turns out, most of that building was devoted to the people who worked in the brothel: everyone got their own apartment, which was separate from the suites they entertained clients, and there was an in-house doctor and even childcare in the basement. All the money went straight back to the sex workers, except for this mysterious buy-in that no one had explained yet, and they were using it for a bewildering array of side projects that the women were more than happy to talk about during their down time.
After a few hours, which included writing up his reports from the past few weeks of working for Stark, Bucky sat back and closed the laptop. It was his first month, he reminded himself. No one was going to let him close to the real work of the organization after just a few weeks. He sent another message to his handler on Discord, and when he got a confirmation back, he stood up and walked away from the carrell; when he was about twenty feet away, he saw his police contact, dressed like a soccer mom, come by and spirit the laptop away.
His next stop was the gym; by the time he was done, shirt soaked wet with sweat and muscles aching, his head felt clearer.  He didn’t know why Stark was trying so hard to seem like a good guy, but if Bucky was patient enough he’d scrape past all the pseudo-philanthropy and get to the real man underneath. Stark wasn’t the first guy to be handsome and charming and charismatic while hiding a dark side.
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batcat brutalia dickbabs and jayroy for your ask game (you can be mean abt my emotional support het ships … i can take it)
DNDNDND
b.atcat - depends on your interpretations of either I feel like they’ve been tainted from years of bad writing which sucks bc 1. selina <3 2. bruce <3 and 3. bi4bi b.atcat <3 basically: from the general non-dc consumer it’s het for the hets but to any non dudebro comic consumer, het for the gays. they’re like. in the quadrant but slightly leaning towards the for the hets side.
bru.talia - het for the gays I will tackle anyone who disagrees I love them w my entire heart and they deserve so much better theyre so cheesy but in an endearing way that makes you wish you were lactose intolerant while smiling yknow fmdnssn
di.ckbabs - oracle!babs and nw!dick is het for gays n everything else is questionable <33 early days d.ickbabs is kinda cute but then I step back and look at it from the doyleist perspective and it’s just the female sidekick x male sidekick counterpart and that makes me 👋👋
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miss-choco-chips · 4 years
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Young Just us college au
Rent a room, Dick said. It’ll be a nice experience. Don’t just buy a flat, that’s boring and lonely.
Tim had tried to tell his brother that maybe he prefered lonely to crazy, but Dick had insisted. And everyone knew just how difficult dealing with that could be, so he knew better than to resist.
At least, he had tried to comfort himself, he knew the people he’d be rooming with. They were all his friends, an odd assortment of assholes he’d picked up on school, summer camps, vacation trips, scientific events, even comic cons, and just… fell platonically in love with them.
Maybe, as Dick said, it would be fine.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
No, it wasn’t fine.
-Jay -he whispered into the phone, hoping he wouldn't be heard by the others on the other side of the door- Jay, they are crazy. I need extraction asap. We could fake my death and I can go to University somewhere else.
The older man laughed in the other end of the receiver, the sound of pages rustling indicating Tim had caught him during his daily grading paper sesion. That was the sound of crying students dying over carefully demolished arguments.
-They are all your friends, Timbo. If you fake your death, you’ll need to start over again and meet new people.
Tim hissed.
-Exactly, babybird. Also, this is day one of sharing a house, how bad can it possibly be?
-Jay, they left the kitchen lights on. It’s daytime! Why the hell do they need the lights on? Aren’t they aware of how big the bill is gonna be if they are like this?
-...Timmy, you… you are a billionaire. I think that should be the last of your concerns.
-That’s not the only thing. It’s so noisy, Jay. I choose the attic room hoping it’ll be nice and quiet. It’s not. I can hear everything. What do I do if some of them pair up? I’ll be stuck here listening to them having sex forever!
-...I don’t know where to begin.
-You can start by contacting B for me. He was right when he said it wasn’t a good idea for me to live with other people. But I can’t call him to help me out of this, because I think Dick blocked my number in his phone, and my emails don’t seem to be reaching him.
-He said it because you are the purest of his children, and he knew college was corruptive enough without adding dorm sharing to it; that was his version of helicopter parenting. But Timbo, it’s moving day. You’ve been there for less than five hours. And you already emailed B?
-The first thing Slobo did when he came in was to fart. In the middle of the living room. I can’t live with them, they are animals!
-They are your best friends, you’ve known them forever.
-But I never had to deal with them in a closed space for an unlimited amount of time!!! I’m trapped here.
-...
-...!
-...Are you hiding in a closet?
-...no. That would be stupid, in a three story house where I have my own/
-You are, ain’tcha?
-I am. Please help me?
Long sigh- I’ll meet you for coffee on the place near the Economics building so you have an excuse to be out for the evening while the others finish their moving. You’re done with your part, right?
-Yes! Thank you!
-You owe me.
-Next time Dick wants bonding time, I’ll sacrifice myself volunteering so you can run.
-And this is why you’re my favorite. Be there in ten.
-.-.-.-.-.-
-Tim? Tim! Here you are!
Blinking was a thing Tim suddenly remembered he needed to do, and he did it a few times as his eyes were dragged away from his book by a pair of hands on his cheeks.
-Kon? What are you doing in the library?
The other boy was panting slightly, flushed from what Tim guessed was a desperate run there.
-I was looking for you! You never came back after classes were done for the day, and you didn’t pick up your phone. We were very worried, dude. 
-I was just studying, chill.
-It’s almost midnight.
No, it couldn’t be.
-No, it isn’t.  I haven’t been here that long.
Serious and slightly worried, Conner thrusted his own phone in Tim’s face and… uh. Look at that. It was nearly midnight.
-Oh. Got distracted with research, sorry.
-It’s been barely two weeks, how much can you possibly need to study?
Unprompted, Kon started to help him pack his books and papers. He seemed utterly amazed by the almost illegible graphs and charts.
-No, this isn’t homework. I’m working on a thing for WE…
The rest of the way home was spent with Tim talking Conner’s ear off about shit he had absolutely no idea about, but didn’t complain, just holding Tim’s backpack with one hand while steering his sleep deprived friend back home with the other.
-.-.-.-.-.
-Bart? -Tim yawned, getting into the kitchen and raising a confused eyebrow at his friend- It’s… three am. What are you doing awake?
-Stress baking -the smaller boy replied, never stopping stirring the bowl- You?
-Papers and presentations.
-Classes or WE?
-Bit of both. What are you making?
-Cupcakes. Want some?
-They’ll go great with coffee, thanks.
They spent the next half hour waiting for the oven to do its magic talking about video games, classes and evil teachers.
-Your brother is the worst. TA. Ever. He always grades my papers and he’s a bitch about them.
-He relishes in the pain. It’s what keeps him young. I swear he never grew  past fifteen.
-It’s scary, and honestly so annoying. Like, I get pointing out mistakes, but he doesn’t need to be a passive aggressive ass about it.
-I’ll let him know what you think.
-Please don’t. I’m afraid of him, and the power he holds in his hands. The power to make me fail Creative Writing.
-Why are you even taking that class? Actually, what even is your major?
A shrug, and before Bart could open his mouth to reply, the timer let them know the cupcakes where done.
-You can have one before bedtime, dude. The circles under your eyes look like make up at this point. 
-You are one to talk, mister Stress Baking at Three in the Morning.
-But unlike you, I don’t have to be up at the ass of dawn. C’mon, have one of these and back up you go.
-Bite me.
-I’d rather bite this peanut butter miracle, but if you insist…
-No! Bart, get away from me!
-Then go to bed!
-Go to hell!
-I AM in hell! I have Jason Fucking Todd as my TA!
-IF YOU DON’T GO BACK TO BED RIGHT NOW, I’LL KICK YOU BOTH ALL THE WAY THERE! -Cassie’s voice echoed in the walls, and they both blanched at the reminder that her room was, in fact, in ground floor.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
A part of college Tim had never considered, let alone readied himself for, was the… party bit. 
-What do you mean, of course you’re coming -laughed Anita, clutches firm on Tim’s sleeve as she dragged him into hers and Cassie’s room.
-No, I have to study for…
-You don’t have any midterm or final this week. I know, because I checked. No papers due either. This is literally the perfect time for you to party. 
-I can’t, I…
-Suck at socializing? Yeah, cher, I’m aware. That’s why awesome me is taking you as my plus one for this party. No need to thank me, glad to be your social buffer whenever you need me.
Tim started to resist in earnest when they got into the room and he caught a glimpse of the clothing Anita had apparently chosen for him.
-There’s no way I’m fitting into those pants! Let me go!
-I’ve seen you squeezing your butt into the vent that one time when Kon threw the key to the coffee maker cabinet inside it. If you could get in there, these pants are a piece of cake.
-No!
-Don’t make me hurt you, Drake.
-Anita…!
-Ugh! -she stopped, dropping Tim on her bed and crossing her arms. She averted her eyes- My ex is gonna be at the party. I might have been exaggerating a bit when I said I was over him, but I already promised my friends I was gonna be there. I… could really use your help here. I know it’s not your scene, but Kon and Bart have midterms, Slobo would straight up punch my ex with his astounding lack of subtlety, Miguel is away dealing with family stuff, and the girls are awesome but not really what I need right now.
A pause.
-Okay, but I’m absolutely not putting on that crop top. And we better not end up wasted, I have a reputation to uphold.
Spoiler alert: he did put on the crop top. And they had to call Conner to walk them home after the third time Tim walked into a lamp post and Anita fell into the campus’ pond.
-.-.-.-.-
They were walking back home late on a Friday when they were approached by a group of stupid, drunk dudebros. Tim was already dreading the moments to come before they even spoke, just by the way they kept eyeing Cassie’s legs and Anita’s rack. Cissie herself was wearing loose pants and a sweater, so she was safe from their disgusting examination. Not that it kept her from crossing her arms and looking down at the assholes.
-Heyyyyy, ladies. Wanna go clubbing with us?
Tim shrugged- He’s talking to you, girls. I’m out. Have fun.
Cassie caught him by his hoodie before he could take a single step. He heard her warning clear as day and sighed, defeated.
-Yess, you can go -slurred Dudebro number two, waving him away- There’ three of us, and three of those pretty things. You can get lost. 
-See, Cass? Hear the gentlemen. You don’t need me here.
Anita kicked him in the shin.
-No. We just got our nails done. You either solve this peacefully, or take care of it if it turns dirty. Why do you even walk us home if not to protect us from creepers like these?
A loud ‘hey’ came from the dudebros, but Tim ignored them. Silently, he pointed at Cassie’s legs (he had seen her crushing a watermelon between them once), Cissie’s arms (a thing of beauty that made multiple lesbians all around campus cry) and Anita’s katana (that she wasn’t supposed to keep on her person around other students, but who was gonna enforce any rules on the girl with the giant knife?).
-Excuse me? You three should be protecting me. I’m a rich, sheltered boy.
Apparently done being ignored, the three idiots decided this was a good time to throw the first punch. Which Tim dodged, without breaking eye contact with Cassie. She raised her eyebrow, not moving an inch. Cissie was examining her nails. Anita’s eyes promised hell.
He sighed, turned around, caught the second coming punch, and used the hand under his palm to force the dudebro to his knees. A knee to the face and then he turned to the other two. 
Next time, Slobo was walking with them.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Flip side:  the attic room had its own bathroom. Significantly smaller than the ones on the other two floors, but hey, no sharing. 
The downside: apparently, the bathroom vents all connected with one another, and because of their aligning schedules, he often took showers at the same time Miguel did.
Flip side: Miguel had the singing voice of an angel, and the acoustic was fantastic. Showers were rarely boring now.
Downside again: Tim often forgot himself and sang along, but his voice… wasn’t as pretty.
Flip side again: at least, judging by Miguel’s smile, he found it adorable rather than pathetic.
Downside number three: Greta and Cissie’s room, by some unsolved mystery, also had connecting vents to the bathroom, and the archer girl was… less charitable about Tim’s inability to sing.
Flip side: Greta liked him better than most of their house mates, and she had more than enough dirt on Cissie to keep her from sharing the secret of Tim’s awful voice. 
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
-Hey, baby bird. Sorry I’m calling just now, it’s been a while.
-Hey Jay. Don’t worry, you’re busy grading papers.
-How do you know?
-Bart was crying in the tub this morning. Completely clothed and eating nachos with whipped cream, I might add.
-What is that boy even studying? I know he has Chem classes, Roy is his TA, and Kory saw him in the designer’s building. 
-That is an unsolved mystery for the ages. 
-Hey, speaking of your housemates, how’s it going?
Tim stopped on his way out of the kitchen, eyes growing fond as he examined the group on the living room. They were fighting over that night’s movie choice. He didn’t know why they tried, Greta was gonna win. Nobody could resist her and Miguel’s puppy eyes. 
-It’s… it’s been great, actually.
-Uh huh.
-But don’t tell Dick. He’ll be unbearably smug.
-Of course I won’t. You still have that time I crashed B’s favorite car on me.
-Oh, Oh fuck! -came Slobo’s voice- TIM, BRING THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
A loud crash. Tim winced, eyes leaving his friend in favor of the wall. If he didn’t see it, it wasn’t happening.
-TIM, BUD, WE NEED SOME HELP HERE!
-...what was that, Timbo?
-Nothing.
-TIM, TIM, THE TV IS ON FIRE!!! COME QUICKLY BEFORE IT REACHES THE XBOX OR SO HELP ME GOD I’M MURDERING EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM!
-...Tim?
-Don’t tell B.
-Gotcha. Going to save their lives?
-More like hiding in my room until they sort themselves out or die. Good luck on those papers.
-Good luck on surviving.
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i’m dying to read some harringrove college stuff, so what about the boys being in some frat party, meeting each other for the first time. Billy would be doing some drinking game or something and Steve would be watching him. even tho Steve’s ”dating” this guy (fuckbuddies) who’s arms are around Steve, he still takes an interest on Billy. Billy would also see Steve, all pretty and long legs and would love to get piece of him after getting that guy off him. then they fuck somewhere in the house 👀
Modern. Nb Steve ayoo.
Read on aothree
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Billy shouldered his way into the party.
He was trying to find the kitchen, looking for a drink. He ended up just grabbing the drink out of some douchebag’s hand as he walked behind him.
He met up with his roommate, one of the other pledges from the frat he was rushing, Scott.
“Billy, you motherfucker! Play beerpong!” Scott pulled him to the table, shoving a pingpong ball into his hand.  Billy looked up, his brain shorting out as he saw the other team.
Across from his was a huge douchey-looking guy, in a muscle tank with the sleeves ripped off, and a backwards hat. Billy knows he dresses like a fuckboy on a good day, but at least he’s not like this asshole.
But what this asshole had, was the most beautiful person Billy had ever seen in his entire fucking life. All long legs, and big eyes. They were wearing a pretty bodysuit, a dark purple color with a deep neckline, lace trimming the spaghetti straps, the neckline, the low back. They had a little pin on their little denim shorts that read They/Them.
Billy watched the jock asshole, tuck them under his arm, whispering something to them, making their eyes crinkle so sweetly while they giggled, batting their big fake eyelashes at him.
Billy played the game making eyes at the pretty little thing on the other side of the table.
But the thing was, they were good. They sunk almost every throw, giving Billy a smug little look each time. It only made Billy fall harder. But then the game was over and the shitty jock tucked the perfect darling under his arm and disappeared into the party.
“Who was that?” He was standing with Scott in the kitchen, finally found it to make themselves some drinks, taking a few shots each.
“The asshole in the trucker hat? That’s Chad Weathers.”
“No not-wait, his name is fucking Chad? There are actually humans named Chad that exist on this Earth?”
“I fucking know. Can you believe? Imagine just being like, hi, my name is Chad.”
“Is he a douche because his name is Chad, or is his name Chad because he was always predisposed to be a douche?”
“Definitely the second. You can’t damp pure asshole like that.” Billy turned, seeing the perfect beerpong sweetheart from earlier, pouring some vodka and raspberry lemonade into a solo cup.
Billy laughed, holding out his hand.
“Billy.”
“Steve.” They shook hands. Their hand was warm and soft, fingers slender and long.
“You really called your boyfriend a douchebag just now, huh?” Steve gave him a look.
“Not my boyfriend. We just fuck sometimes. Usually when he’s drunk enough to not be weird about my dick, and when I’m drunk enough to talk about my dick to strangers.”
Billy just leaned against the counter, making sure to put on his I WILL eat your ass and you’ll THANK me for it smile.
“Well, I know all about your dick now, so we’re not strangers anymore.” Steve just laughed, touching Billy’s upper arm gently. They moved just a hair closer to Billy. He was totally in.
“So, Billy, tell me about yourself. What are you studying?”
“Guess.” Steve raised an eyebrow.
“Um, you’re a big dudebro so like, business management. Something to get you through while you play football on scholarship and party with your frat.” Billy sucked in some air through his teeth.
“Hate to break it to you, but you were only right about one thing. I’m rushing a frat, but I don’t play football, and I’m not studying fucking business. I’m studying social work. And I’m here on academic scholarship.” Steve was grinning.
“So you’re like, a sensitive dudebro. Good for you.”
“What are you studying, then? Art?” Steve rolled their eyes.
“Just because I’m all queer doesn’t mean I’m studying art. Why didn’t you guess theater.”
“Well, as a fellow queer I just meant you seem like an artistic soul.”
“I mean, I am really great at crafts.” Billy laughed. “But I’m studying education and early childhood development. I wanna teach little kids.” They had this soft look on their face.
“God, you’re just as sweet as I thought you’d be.” Steve raised an eyebrow again, a smile tugging at their lips, painted the same deep purple as their bodysuit.
“You think about me often?”
“Well, you’re just about the only thing I’ve thought of this whole conversation.” And then their hand was trailing down Billy’s arm, tugging him in closer by the wrist, they leaned into Billy’s space, just close enough to be heard.
“You wanna find a room? Think of me some more?” Billy slid his arm around their lower back.
“Lead the way, sweet thing.”
Billy started openly at their ass as they led him up the stairs, hips swaying. The first room they checked was locked, the second unlocked but occupied. But, third time’s the damn charm apparently.
Billy pushed Steve inside, locking the door behind him.
It was some frat bro’s room, shitty basic posters on the wall, a lot of beer cans lined up on the window sill like it was decor.
But Billy wasn’t too focused on their surroundings, not when Steve was getting naked, right then and there in the middle of the room. They tossed a condom from their pocket at Billy as they stepped out of the shorts, sliding the bodysuit off after. Billy groaned.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy.” He placed his hands on their hips, sliding them back to grope at their ass, pulling them forward into him. “Gorgeous.” He figured the deep lipstick was smeared everywhere between by now, but honestly, he really couldn’t find it within himself to care as Steve pawed at his shirt, clumsily undoing the few that were still done, pushing it off his shoulders.
Some base heavy song was playing as Billy kicked out of jeans, pressed against Steve until they were at the edge of the bed, turning them around and bending them over. He pressed sloppy kisses down their spine.
“Can I eat you out?” He heard them groan, hips canting back just a little.
“Fuck yeah.” Billy grinned, spreading them slightly, getting a look at their tight little hole before diving in, licking and sucking with wild abandon. He could barely hear their soft noises over the music of the party, the wet sounds of his own mouth.
He pulled back, spitting one last time before pressing one finger inside, watching as he fucked it in and out.
“There’s, there’s some lube in my pocket.” Steve had turned their head, was looking over their shoulder at Billy, gesturing wildly to the shorts on the floor. Billy leaned back on his knees, kept his one finger pumping in and out of Steve while he got the shorts, finding a few packets of lube and condoms.
“You really came prepared tonight. You go to every party with all this one you?”
“Well it’s mostly just in case.” Billy laughed, muttering MOSTLY just in case under his breath, tearing open the lube with his teeth, pouring some over his fingers and Steve’s hole. He pressed two fingers inside, curling and stretching them expertly.
Steve was whining, fucking back onto three of Billy’s fingers. He still had one hand keeping them spread open, watching his fingers.
“I’m fucking, I’m ready. Just fuck me.” Billy pulled his fingers out, slapping their ass once.
“Brat.” He rolled on the condom, giving himself a few strokes as he did. He lined up, pressing into that tight little spot. He threw his head back, groaning as his hips pressed flush to Steve’s ass, grinding deeply. Steve was face down into the mattress, taking shaky little breaths. Billy dragged a hand up their spine, settling it on the shoulder, the other on their soft hip, using them as leverage to just fuck.
He was slamming into Steve, fucking them with a punishing pace, their skin slapping together. Billy bent over Steve, pushing one arm under their hips, angling them perfectly to slam against that sensitive little spot.
“Oh my God. Whatever the fuck you’re doing right now, don’t fucking stop.” Billy just huffed a laugh, going even harder, slamming their bodies together. Steve wormed a hand beneath them, stripping their cock quickly, bucking their hips forward and back.
Billy groaned when they came, tightening around him lie a fucking vice, crying out.
He kept going for a moment or two, grinding in deep to finish. He pulled out, slumping on the bed next to Steve, flopped in his back. They looked over at him, smiling lazily.
“I’m gonna have to get your number. That was good.” Billy laughed, batting awkwardly at their shoulder.
“Not so bad yourself.” They stood up slolwy, wincing slightly as they got re-dressed, Billy following suit.
“Seriously, I’m gonna be like, actually sore. Haven’t felt like that in a minute.” They were looking the mirror on the inside of the closet door, had just pulled it open like they owned the place to fix their mussed hair. Their makeup was somehow perfectly intact.
They flung their phone over to Billy.
“Put your number in.” They didn’t have a passcode on their phone which was bold, gave them a kinda Fuck with me. I DARE you. I have NOTHING to hide vibe. Billy liked it.
He put his number in under Billy Delta Phi party, so that Steve knew, would see the number and remember the night, the way Billy fucked them so hard they hurt.
“Just shoot me a text sometime. I’ll kick my idiot roommate out.”
“No need, I have a single room. The university was gonna put me with some guy, but my loving mommy and daddy don’t trust me not to be a slut.” Billy raised an eyebrow, cocking his head a little.
“You have a single room and we’re not there right now?” Steve just smirked, a challenge in their eyes.
“You askin’ for another round?”
“Long as you’re not too sore.” Steve took his wrist, dragging him out of the party and down the road back towards campus.
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booperbeanv3 · 3 years
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LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOO I JUST FINISHED ALL THE MAIN ROUTES
true ending time to confuse the absolute fuck out of my friend
but anyways impressions [spoilers under cut]
Most of my opinions stay the same. Clear is best boy, Mink’s route still sucks, Koujaku and Aoba are so married, Noiz is Noiz
But there are some notable stuffs I noticed!
Clear still calls his grandfather “Grandfather” but for the first few times he’s mentioned, he’s referred to as a “nice old man”
koujaku is a dudebro (i cannot Deal with this shit in serious scenes)
Ryuuhou is banned from using the word “virgin” (please stop it)
Noiz using gamer speak (that’s it that’s all i’m saying)
“This twerp called me lame!” (Noiz’ route)
Aoba sucking Noiz’ dick is an attack for some reason (not a translation issue, just an Aoba issue lmao)
I still don’t like Mink’s route but his actions are a little more understandable and he does make some good points when it comes to certain situations. Still feel like it shouldn’t have taken all that assault though
You know that scene in Noiz’s route that basically just broke and couldn’t be translated in the fanslation? Well it’s translated now and it’s mostly just repeats of dialogue from the common route. Noiz likes focusing on people existing. Everyone is there but him. Yay for depersonalisation!
noiz’s hospital scene is amazing
koujaku’s confession scene is amazing
both can be boiled down to just dorks bein dorks
Koujaku’s got damnt oval tower scene still makes zero sense and all my life energy got drained trying to sit through it
And I believe that’s all! I might post stream highlights later
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connorspiracy · 3 years
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Here Comes Santa Claws || Connor & Sasha
TIMING: Just before Christmas PARTIES: @connorspiracy and @sasha-r-blog CONTENT: N/A SUMMARY: Connor has a run-in with The Claw  
Connor hadn’t been out of the hospital for long before he was right back out in the fray. Bug bite. Temporarily paralytic. Typical White Crest shit. It wore off within an hour or two and they’d kept him one night for observation, but he’d been back home the next day, and back out filming the next night. All in all, it’d been a fairly uneventful night. Not too common in White Crest, but it happened sometimes. He’d been heading back to his car when he passed the two drunk college bros in santa hats, probably on the way home from a Christmas party or something. 
“Heyyy,” one of them slurred. “Are you a film student? Can I be in your movie?”
Apparently, it must have been the best joke ever, because they both started laughing. Connor took a drag of his cigarette, shaking his head.
“Nah, mate. Battery’s dead anyway,” he lied. 
“Oh, come on,” the other one said, winking. “Is it, y’know, a dirty movie? We won’t tell anyone.” 
Connor was a pretty jovial dude, but some people were really fucking annoying. He sighed. “No, documentary, but I gotta get home anyway. Have a good night, lads.” 
He kept walking, but felt a hand grab his shoulder. 
“Come on. Don’t be a dick.” One of them grabbed at the camera, snatching it from his hands and starting to record themselves. “Hey, battery isn’t dead, you’re full of shit.” 
Sasha’s night hadn’t gone very successfully, which sucked, but wasn’t that surprising. People were out and about, but nothing criminal or suspicious or even vaguely interesting had happened within the last few hours. Sasha has been keeping a lookout of the streets from the roof of a building, but as her eyes grew bleary she thought it would probably be best to just pack it in for the night. She had a project for class she had to work on anyways. Though if she was being honest with herself she was probably just going to make some hot chocolate and go to sleep once she was back. 
Climbing down the sides of the building, she ducked into an alley to get changed. She brought a pair of jeans and a sweater, enough to cover the spandex while she tucked the rest of her costume back into her backpack. But before she could even start taking off her mask, she heard some sort of commotion. Well, maybe less of a commotion and more of a disturbance. Shouldering her bag again she listened. Three voices. Two sounded like assholes, to be blunt. Also maybe drunk. And what they were saying didn’t sound like it was going in a good direction for whoever the third person was.
Okay, so maybe tonight wouldn’t be so uneventful after all.
Sasha crept through the other end of the alley, towards the noise. And as she peaked out onto the street she could see the three of them about ten feet away. How hard could it be to take down two drunk frat bros? Maybe they’d even be scared off before they got themselves hurt by the justice of The Claw.
Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Sasha tried to be menacing, amber eyes flashing as she tried to do a half hunched, crouch thing, something that looked like a tiger about to lunge. It looked cool in her head at least.
“I don’t think that camera belongs to you. How about you hand that back before you regret it.” 
“Guess it has a little juice left,” Connor answered, grabbing for the camera. The other men were larger than him. He’d always been on the smaller side, a matter that didn’t especially bother him except when it came to people not believing his I.D. was real when he was trying to get a drink. Now, though, it was annoying to be unable to reach. “Give it back, dude. It’s expensive.”
“Expensive?” One of them mocked. “Aw, the widdle baby needs his expensive camera back? Did mommy and daddy get it for you, Prince William?” The words prompted more laughter from both frat bros and Connor rolled his eyes. 
“Very funny. You should be on the improv team. Now if I could just--”
Before the conversation could go any further, he caught sight of the fourth person, a young woman in a domino mask with glowing yellow eyes who stepped out from the alley. One of the men almost dropped the camera in response, causing Connor’s heart to jump into his throat. 
“Please, please don’t let ‘em drop it…” he begged of the stranger, and one of them shoved the camera into Connor’s chest so hard it sent him stumbling backwards. 
“Whoa, nice costume,” one of the bros said. “Girl, you know it’s not Halloween any more.” 
“I’m aware.” Sasha wanted that to sound cool, threatening, unaffected. Too bad she couldn’t keep the offense from her voice. “This isn’t some costume party, so why don’t you get out of here and leave that guy alone.”
She tried her best to stare down the guy who had spoken to her, but curiosity kept making her glance back at the other guy, shorter than the two meatheads and clearly in need of help.  From the sounds of it that camera was expensive, good thing she had heard the trouble before these jerks broke it or ran off with it. It was almost more annoying that they seemed to just be random drunk college students. She was expecting to find some hardened criminal with a gun or knife looking to threaten a man for his money, not some dude bro assholes just starting trouble for the sake of it.
So could anyone really blame her if she wanted to show off just a little? Just like, a little warning shot. Just so they knew she meant business and didn’t get any ideas about harassing more people tonight, or commenting on their costume. 
With surprising speed Sasha rushed up to the closest dude and reached for his collar. Didn’t matter that he was a good several inches taller than her and bulky, she knew she could lift him if she got a good grip. 
Honestly, Connor was just glad someone was helping him out and stopping his camera from being shattered on the frosty pavement. The guy had left it rolling, and Connor saw no need to correct that as he gazed on. He was intrigued to see what might happen. Size wasn’t necessarily an indication of strength or prowess. Rio was pretty much the scrawniest guy in the world, and he had hunter strength, but surely the guys wouldn’t try and fight her, right? 
“Oh, piss off,” one of them scoffed, gathering up a snowball to throw at her, only before he could let loose, the stranger cleared the distance between them almost as if by magic, hoisting the man off his feet. The snow crumpled in his hand and fell to the ground, and his friend let out a yelp.
“Yo, what the hell, lady? We were just goofing around. Put him down!”
It wasn’t visible under her toothy face mask, but Sasha grinned from ear to ear as she watched the dude she lifted up stare down at her. Shock, confusion, a bit of fear. Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have insulted my costume.
“What the fuck!” The dude was squirming, so probably a good idea actually let go. Soon he’d start punching or kicking to get free and Sasha wasn’t planning on a full on fight unless she needed to. Still holding the one man by his collar she turned towards the other who was sporting a similar look of confusion. Why shouldn’t he be a little more freaked out too?
So Sasha threw the one dude at the other. Okay, well, tried to. Even with super strength, it turns out full on throwing a full grown man isn’t easy. The guy got more roughly pushed backwards than anything, slipping on the slightly icy sidewalk and falling shoulder first into his friend, losing his hat in the process. Maybe not as dramatic as it could have been, but she threw in another flash on amber eyes to make up for that. 
The two nearly toppled to the ground together, but managed to right themselves. Pretty impressive, considering they were drunk. After a moment of getting his bearings the dude huffed out; “This lady’s either crazy or on something, let’s go.” Despite this being a really great plan on the dude’s part, the friend that hadn’t gotten picked up stared Sasha down. His eyes were still confused, but the shock was wearing off and Sasha could see his jaw clench. But the other dude tugged his arm to get him moving. 
“You’re a fucking weirdo. You’re lucky I don’t punch chicks.” The lingering guy said, before finally following his friend, shouldering past the guy with the camera.
Sasha watched them leave, heart pounding in her chest still from the adrenaline, before turning toward the camera guy. Crap, okay, she needed some cool line now. Like “Have no fear citizen!” but less dorky. 
“Are you okay?” was the only thing that came out of her mouth on the spot. 
"You're lucky she didn't punch you," Connor scoffed at the departing dudebro, feeling a little braver now that he'd just had his honour defended by White Crest's own Black Panther. He caught his breath, letting the waves of adrenaline calm a little. The fight or flight was gone. Connor wasn't freaked out. Not in the least. The altercation with the frat boys had been less than ideal, but the sheer exhilaration of meeting this young woman had replaced any fear or concern that might have been hanging around. 
"Dude, that was... awesome!" Connor was practically vibrating out of his skin. Of all the bizarre things in White Crest he was morbidly excited about, it was rare to actually find one who wasn't out to kill or maim him. "Like, actually awesome. You... uh, you saved my arse." He gave a slight chuckle. He wasn't too proud to admit it. In fact, the idea of being saved by a super cool badass chick was kind of incredible. "What's, um, what's your name? I'm Connor." 
Sasha stood up a bit taller at the praise. That had actually gone well! It hadn’t really hit her until the guy with the camera spoke. Sure, it was just two drunk dudes vs. superpowers but still, she had managed to scare them off and save someone. Without thinking she let out a surprised little chuckle and hoped it was muffled under her mask. 
“I’m The Claw,” She said, her grin seeping into her voice. “Protector of White Crest. No need to thank me, it is my job to make sure the citizens of town are safe from criminals and people who want to harm others.” 
Connor...why did that name sound familiar? As Sasha finished her introduction she remembered the guy she had spoken to online, the one who was into ghosts. Behind her mask her grin faltered. She guessed the town wasn’t big enough to completely avoid it, but she hadn’t expected to save someone she kinda knew. 
“Were those people that you know? Do you feel safe heading to wherever you are heading?” She asked, trying to get back into the mindset of The Claw. 
“The Claw,” he repeated, unable to break his gaze on her. A glimmer of recognition stirred in his chest, but not for the woman. It was recognition of a different nature. A spirit. Connor kept his eyes on her, trying to see her expression through the mask, as if that would give him any clue whether she was possessed or not. “That’s, um, very noble of you.” She definitely wasn’t acting anything like the spirit inside Nadia, or almost any other possession cases he’d come across, but not all possessions had to be malicious. Their effects harmed the host regardless. 
“No, I never saw them before. I think they were heading back from a holiday party or something. I’m just…” He held up his camera. Not that she hadn’t seen it when she’d zoomed in like a Knight In Batman Armour to save his arse. “I was doing some filming, but, um… actually, do you wanna walk back to the car with me? I think it’d be best if we stick together.” He wasn’t scared, not really, but he wanted to keep her close for as long as possible, see if he could garner any more clues. “How long have you been, uh, protecting White Crest?”
Sasha paused for a beat longer than intended before responding.
 “Of course. I wouldn’t want those people to come back and try to hurt you again. Even if they were just being troublemakers in the moment, it is my duty to make sure you get back safe.”
She had intended to walk him back if he wanted her too and still did. But there was something uncanny about talking to Connor now the adrenaline was gone and she had recognized him. But she let him lead the way, eyes and ears peeled for if danger did show up.
She hadn’t expected the question either. Sure, superheroes get asked “who are you?” from the people they rescue all the time, but Sasha didn’t know what to do with Connor asking for details. She thought about lying for a second, saying something like “The Claw has always guarded this town,” but considering White Crest’s apparent track record with death and danger that lie would probably make her look bad.
“I only started protecting this town recently. I came when I thought it needed me most. And while those men were just drunken jerks, I’m glad I was able to help stop trouble tonight, however small.”
Was she laying it on too thick? She hadn’t exactly prepared a script for this sort of thing. She tried to keep looking straight ahead, as if somehow her nervousness would show through two layers of masks if she looked Connor in the eye. 
Connor smiled to himself as he walked. She sounded like she was right out of the pages of one of the cornier Superman comics, but there was also something endearing about it. “If any town needs a bloody superhero, it’s this one,” he snickered. He could feel something spiritual about her, but it didn’t feel malicious. He felt drawn to her, a need to investigate beyond just the mere fact he’d seen her use super-strength. 
“So do you have any other powers? Laser vision, telekinesis?” She almost definitely wasn’t going to answer, but hey, it was worth a shot. Connor rarely saw the need to keep his questions to himself. “Oh! Do you have, like, a Batsignal? A way people can call on you when they need you? Maybe a burner phone, although that would be less exciting.” 
He was sure he’d caught some of her antics on camera, even though the footage probably wasn’t great thanks to being passed from one person to the other rather than held steadily. He couldn’t wait to look through it when he got back.
Sasha grinned. Superpowers, now that was something she could talk about easily. 
“No laser vision, but I’m fully capable of defeating evil.” She brought up her hand, but paused for a moment. No, it was fine, she was still in costume and on duty after all, even if she was now just walking with Connor back to his car. And he didn’t seem to have any inkling of who she was.
In an instant sharp, pale colored claws sprouted from Sasha’s fingers. And sure, maybe being seen as cool by someone was going to her head a bit. But who could blame her? She let the quick flicker of amber that helped her see in the dark glow steady from her eyes, causing light to shine from behind her domino mask. The Claw probably looked awesome. Or at least Sasha hoped. When she had done it in the mirror it looked cool to her.
“No signal, just my eyes and ears to keep a lookout.” But maybe that wasn’t too bad of an idea. At least the burner phone idea seemed pretty reasonable, but it might ruin the mystique a bit. “I’ll have to look into ways to let people get in contact with me.” 
“Well, love, you’ll probably find a lot of evil here,” Connor said simply, giving a laid back little chuckle. He’d heard horrific tales about some of the horrors White Crest held, and he’d seen many of them too. “Just be careful, yeah? Not all of ‘em can be defeated by super strength.” As impressive as it might have been. 
He turned his gaze towards her, watching her hand as she brought forth a set of sharp claws. “Whoa!” Christ, he wished he still had his camera rolling. He should’ve worn that GoPro attachment Jasmine had got him, but foolishly, he’d put it in his backpack, thinking his filming was done for the night. Her eyes glowed like jewels in the darkness. “That’s amazing,” he said, in awe. He made a mental note to look through some of Rio’s books later to see if he could find anything about animal-like spirits giving people powers. 
“Uh, this is me,” he said as they approached his black Jeep Renegade. “Thanks for the save. Hope you can use those powers of yours to find me again.” 
“Thank you for the concern, I will keep that in mind.” Sasha retracted her claws and let the glow fade from her eye. Part of her wanted to argue, say confidently that nothing could really go up against her strength, agility, and claws. But she wasn’t that cocky, and there was something about the way everyone kept talking about White Crest that was starting to put her on edge. Yeah, the town felt weird, and the death rates didn’t lie, but it felt like everyone talked like they were dancing around something, as if telling a joke she wasn’t privy to, that she could never hope to get. She didn’t know how to feel about the chuckle as Connor spoke. What wasn’t she getting?
Maybe that is just what it was like, being in a new town. She’d have to make an effort to look around more, maybe even talk to people, despite how hard that felt without her mask on. It was so much easier to jump from building to building under the cover of night or talk to Connor when she was hidden behind cool powers and a costume. It made her feel powerful, cool, “amazing” as Connor just said. People didn’t say that about Sasha, but they did about The Claw. 
“Hopefully you won’t need any more protection, but if you ever run into trouble know that The Claw will be here to help.” She nodded once, more to herself than Connor. She would keep an eye out for him while doing future patrols, but maybe he was right, a way for people to contact her would be helpful.
“Keep safe.” She said, and with that she darted toward a nearby alley, out of view. But she would climb up another fire escape and spend another hour with her eyes peeled, even as Connor’s Jeep disappeared into the distance. She had helped someone after all, and the pride did a good job pushing away her weariness. 
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